Antoinette Fouque
Today, we have become poets and we are writing our condition ourselves. Here, we sing gestation and fertile women, the movement par excellence that displaces lines, that weeps, that laughs, that sings and that comes to life, the desire for permanent creation in every woman’s body – a piece of needlework or a work of genius, in a petit point tapestry as in pregnancy. Accomplishment – endless incompletion.